author's notes: A short drabble that I kinda forced myself to accomplish. (to think, it's already 2:21 am… hehehe .) please do enjoy! Remember, this is my first DNAngel fic. Review, if you wanna! I'd gladly appreciate them!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! (sobs) but I'd really like to own Krad….

A thief's angel by Shimo Hyozan

O.O.O

Everybody enjoys their work

Even thieves enjoy theirs, right?

I can tell, 'cause I'm a thief myself

O.O.O.O.O.O

Publicly, I see him only during my working hours. Asides from that, I really don't get a chance to see him.

Even though he's an enemy, my enemy; the one who I hunt down and who also does the same to me; I feel that he is more to that towards me. Maybe that is the reason why I like my work, why I enjoy my work.

I enjoy it because I see him; because of him

I seem so eager to take on a job, so excited to go and endeavor out on an adventure, always thinking that it'll be another chance for me to get a glimpse of him. He appears like an angel to me, clad in his ethereal white robes, with long gold hair and eyes of the same shade. He looks at me with a stare that directly pierces right into my heart.

I just don't know how I keep sane and in control of everything

In one of our heated encounters, I was forced to pin him to the wall. He is, after all, my enemy. A few exchange of threatening stares and words later, my barrier seemed to have broken down. The barrier that separated all my emotions from my current state of mind. He suddenly knew and must've realized quickly enough because he suddenly stopped fidgeting under my handling. Or perhaps, it was because…

…my face was mere centimeters away from his; my lips, just a kiss away from his own

An alarm erupted in the back of my mind, where I panicked. A shocked look replaced my once smirking one. My hands dropped to my sides as I took steps back then released my wings and flew straight up, intent of staying away, or was I running away? I didn't know. The only thing I was thinking of was to keep away, to hide and never show myself.

I eventually found a peaceful rooftop and sat there, my mind replaying over and over the recent events that has just passed. A cool breeze went pass that relaxed me, even the tiniest bit. Just when I thought the gentle breeze was getting stronger, I heard a flutter of wings nearby and felt a sudden weight dropping beside me. Afraid to take a glance, I wrapped my arms around my knees and sighed.

A hand covered in a glove made sudden contact to my cheek. So soft, so gentle. I couldn't help but to look to my side and see him, sitting beside me. His stoic stare was now replaced by one of the softest looks I couldn't have imagined of him.

He never looked any more beautiful than any day

It was his hands that caressed my cheek, his thumb that wiped away the tear that escaped my eye as I apologized to him. I was grateful for him, he understood and accepted me. He truly is an angel, who was disguised as my enemy.

I must be fated to cross paths with him

We sat there, silently enjoying and appreciating the relaxing calm and most especially, each other's company. The night was slowly turning to day, yet we sat there.

We were sitting closer now, for the morning air sent chills through us. But neither both of us complained, instead, we treasured every moment of it.

"I love you, my angel" I whispered in his ear

"angel?" he raises an eyebrow at me "how can a thief have an angel?"

"why not?" I kiss him on the forehead "it's possible…"